Last night, while having dinner in the hotel restaurant, I observed something surprising, something unusual (which is usually surprising), and something I did not expect to see in my remaining lifetime.
I noticed four families arrive at the receptionist (the restaurant has no walls, only a large, high thatched roof). I had seen them sitting together in the bar earlier, with their children at another sitting area. From overheard bits of conversation, I discerned that they had met for the first time at this hotel.
As they lingered at the receptionist, I watched waiters push tables together to form two sets. I assumed that the families would split up for dinner. I was wrong. One set was for the children—on the outside terrace directly in from of our table—and one set for the adults at a distance from the children. The children ranged in age—I guessed—from six to young teenagers.
The first surprise was at how well-behaved the children were. No fussing. No crying for parents. They talked amongst themselves, as if they had known each other, but snatches of conversation suggested that they compared schools and hobbies. No adult appeared to provide supervision or guidance, even when the waiter came to take orders. I was impressed, especially when comparing them to other children at the hotel and my experience observing familiars on vacation.
But, that was not the most surprising aspect. What I did not expect to ever see again was children at a table without an electronic device. These were not children of poor families, but ones that appeared to attend private school, wear designer labels, and have parents able to afford a luxury resort. No one pecked at a smart phone, toyed wife an iPad, or struggled with computer game.
No one checked Facebook or sent foolish garbage on Twitter. They conversed. They connected, if the true sense of the word. Unbelievable.
The headline of a Time article caught my attention.
I could probably write this story...which is not over. I think that children probably stop costing money the day you die. Of course, they also get to spend whatever you leave behind.
That is not an argument against having children, because i cannot imagine how empty my life would be without them. I would have had to find some other way to spend all my money. As it is, I have some very pleasant (and expensive) memories.
_ I enjoyed a rather nice roast chicken for Sunday lunch...which made me think that I have eaten a lot of chicken in my life. Some has been good, some not so good, and most...well, just chicken.
My point here is all this is to impart a bit of a bit of friendly advice. Do not waste money on Bresse chickens. Sure, each one comes with a number (perhaps chickens in France have Social Security numbers) and colorful labeling. I’m sure that each has enjoyed better-than-average treatment. Everyone in the supply chain means well...and means to make money. Someone has done an admirable job of establishing a brand.
I recall seeing a menu item at a well-known French restaurant, which was more expensive than lobster. I’m sure that it was tasty, but probably would have tasted exactly the same using the chicken that I cooked today. My chicken cost about 10% of the cost of chicken from Bresse. I bought it farm a nice Polish lady at the Saturday market, who tends the chickens. Judging by the flavor to the meat, I am certain that this chicken lived a pleasant life. Perhaps, it died suffering from a complex, because it did not have a brand name, a number, or colorful labeling.